The Kingdom of Guhya

CHAPTER 2

After a few minutes of battling with my insecure thoughts, I quickly changed into a sexy pair of black dresses for clubbing. I let my hair loose and let it flow in effortless grace. A familiar scent of shampoo flows with it and envelops my senses. With a soft touch, I delicately glide the comb through the strands, each stroke leaving my hair smooth and shiny.

Just in time, a sudden racing knock on the door calls for my attention, and I hear Damon shouting impatiently from outside, "Beauty, I swear I'll kick this door down if you make us wait another minute."

"Oh, shut up, Damon!" I roll my eyes, even though he cannot see me.

As soon as I put everything back in my bag, I hurriedly opened the door and found Damon with crossed eyebrows. I lock my gaze on his beautiful hooded brown eyes and let my eyes roam over his short straight hair that emphasizes his symmetrical square-shaped face. He has a high nasal bridge and rounded nose tip, complemented by angular jaws with edges and a flatter chin. His tan skin perfectly highlights the contour of his face. His robust, muscular physique and towering height of 5'11" prominently display his strength and high degree of athleticism. Everything about him screams masculinity. Still, I hate him.

The next few minutes became an exchange of harsh words between me and Damon. Meanwhile, Quinn appears completely undisturbed as he engrosses himself in his book.

Quinn is frequently mistaken for being more years younger than us. His facial features exude softness and serenity. His heart-shaped, soft-looking lips complement his black monolid eyes that have special extended upward curves, making his smile shine more adorably. His thin, straight, high-bridge nose emphasized his oval-shaped face. His long, wavy, dark brown hair radiates youthfulness, just as much as his porcelain skin color does. His demeanor, indeed, projects innate gentleness. Despite his avid love for books, he never overlooked his physical well-being. Standing 5'9" tall, he boasts chiseled abs and strong biceps that contest any preconceived notions of his tenderness.

"Why are you so mean to me, Damon, the Demon?" I exasperatedly utter and roll my eyes for the nth time today as we enter Damon's BMW 3. He goes on with his litany about me being a brat and irresponsible.

Quinn, being used to this situation, utters, "Stop it, dude. That's too much. Cut her some slack. "

I smirk at Quinn.

"It's fine, Quinn. This man is not even worth an iota of my attention and energy," I say, glancing at Damon from head to toe. He kept his mouth shut and focused on the road.

Minutes later, we park at our favorite nightclub. I take a deep breath and plaster on a confident smile. Fooling this town is as easy as ABC for me.

The three of us confidently enter the club, welcomed by multiple pairs of eyes, a lively atmosphere, and loud, pulsating beats. On the side are shrill cheers of vicenarians, witnessing their friend as she nervously raises the shot glass to her lips, preparing to take her very first sip of alcohol in her life. On the dance floor are sea of bodies grooving to the rhythm, showcasing their best moves. Despite the dimly lit effect, beautiful smiles are spotted vividly shining in the vibrant multi-colored lights. At the center, there stands the DJ, an elevated platform, expertly manipulating the mixers and decks, just as skillful as mixologists stir and craft vibrant cocktails at the bar.

"Hi, Damon," a lady in her twenties greets. Damon nods at her nicely, making the lady's circle of friends tingle with excitement. Another few young girls approach Quinn as well. Quinn smiles in return but avoids any display of interest that could be misinterpreted by the girls.

I walk as fast as I can and pace toward our favorite corner. Just a few meters away, I spot a familiar broad shoulder and recognize it is Lorde resting against the bar counter. If there is someone I truly admire and respect, it is my fraternal twin, Lorde. He has mesmerizing, perfect almond-shaped brown eyes that effortlessly captivate attention, matched with his authoritative aura that sets him apart from every other guy. He has beautiful, long lashes, a symmetrical heart-shaped face, a defined, strong jaw, and perfectly placed prominent cheekbones. Standing at 5'11" tall, his well-toned muscles and chiseled, broad chest speaks volume about his discipline. He seldom speaks and shows limited emotions. In simpler terms, his demeanor both displays mystery and danger. Unbeknownst to him, his enigmatic nature makes him more attractive. Still, it is safe to say that I am the only young woman he ever talks to.

Next to him is Ethan, enjoying a drink with a lady who repeatedly steals glances at Lorde. As I get closer and get a better view, my blood immediately boils up, realizing that the chick who Ethan talks to is Kate. Kate has her back to us, so she has not noticed us approaching. I gracefully grab the glass of tequila that she is about to sip and drink it in one gulp.

Ethan, surprised, shows an amused look and says playfully, "Woah, let me guess, dude. You just hit her nerve again." He addresses his words to Damon who is now sitting beside Lorde. I smirk at Kate, who now appears annoyed by what I did...or perhaps mainly upset by my presence.

"Oh, hi Kate. Here you are, babe," I playfully voice, not leaving her eyes. If there is someone whom I hate equally as much as I hate Damon, it is Kate. She has always been my rival in everything, and I always lost. People think I am bitter over this, but I am honestly not. I just completely hate her for acting so innocent when all she did was sabotage me.

Kate raises her right brow at me and says, "Don't you know it is kind of rude to take someone else's things, Beau?"